Vermont had thought that his Mistress would die.
But movement caught his peripheral vision.
A figure with long crimson hair, standing between Elizabeth and death, axe splitting a man from skull to groin.
Vermont's eyes widened despite the pain.
'That boy... The one who led the students out of the portal... The one who ate the monsters...'
Damian Valcor.
'Somehow he came... He actually came here..'
Relief flooded through Vermont's chest even as another strike caught his thigh, even as his body screamed that death was approaching.
'Mistress won't die alone... She has someone fighting for her... Someone who cares enough to–'
Then he saw Damian's Domain activate, saw over a hundred B ranks collapse and take their own lives, saw the sheer overwhelming power of that mental assault.
'What kind of monster... No... What kind of savior did Mistress befriend?'
